The fed up lover she was
And the unfaithful bastard he is
Dazed by all the pain she feels
And the aching heart she heals
Wanting to end it all
She goes into the drawer
Pulls out her release
In the form of a gun she thought she’d find peace
But it wasn’t her own life she was aiming to claim
It’s the bastard who lied in her name
She visits him in tears
And asks for a few moments with him
They approach his bedroom door
And as she looks at the floor
She is filled with doubt
But doubt is fought by the hate
5 minutes have gone
All spent in silence
She pulls out her pistol
And pins him to the wall
“Why me?†she asks
“Why did you cheat on me?
He swallows and asks
“why are you putting the heat on meâ€
She pulls the trigger
And go and figure
That the bastard actually bleeds
In his blood you see his wants and needs
She kneels to his side
And all hatred subsides
“feel my pain, feel what you’ve done to meâ€
Are you happy?
A cold blooded killer she’s become
But still she’s not enough
She’s still wounded
Wounded by the bullet of his lies
